If there's such a thing as a bodybuilding bug, it bit me hard. The bigger I got the more time I spent in the gym lifting to get even bigger.
I had graduated to almost exclusively using free weights. Between my long legs and huge boobs many of the machines became too uncomfortable to use properly.
Sometimes I'd get so caught up with lifting I'd completely miss class. My grades took a bit of a dip, but the results were worth it.
When I did make it to class I often showed up in a tank top and my old, formally-baggy sweatpants which were now pulled to the limit with muscle and only came down to my knees. My skin and hair still damp from showering off. For as many students as I was driving to distraction with my body, mine weren't the only grades that suffered.
With money tight I stuck to wearing mostly cheap sweats and T-shirts. I never bought them bigger than I needed as I loved the feeling of slowly outgrowing my clothes. Sometimes in the middle of a heavy workout I could feel the seams popping, surrendering to my swelling muscles, which only drove me to push myself even further.
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Once the semester ended I elected to take summer classes. I told people it was so I could graduate faster, but it was really just so I could still have access to the gym.
I kept my class load light and took a part-time job at the nutrition store at the mall. (I was pretty much living on protein shakes by now so I could use the discount) Other than that I spent the remainder of my time lifting, eating and sleeping.
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By the time fall rolled around my body had exploded. My height crested 6 foot 5 inches, and all that extra space gave me plenty of room for more muscle as my weight pushed past 240 pounds.
With arms that peaked well over 20" and legs nearly as big as my waist I was bigger than a lot of the football players and could even out lift some of them too, though none of them would dare admit it.
My growing breasts slowed some once I stopped treating ice cream as a food group. I didn't mind. Finding clothes in my size was hard enough with H cups. Besides, they're finally coming more into line with the rest of my (outlandish) physique.
Despite being beyond huge, I wanted more. Taller, bustier, and much more muscular. I was already spending more time at the gym than in my dorm room and I wanted even more.
But between being so low on money regular classes starting back up to cut into my lifting time I wasn't sure what to do.
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